My husband put me out and kept all my assets just to hand them over to his mistress. All I have left is a worn-out debit card my father left me. I thought the balance was zero, but it ended up making the bank manager tremble with fear.

He looked at her, confused.

“Paid by whom?”

Zelica pointed to herself.

“By me.”

Seek pushed a second binder of documents toward him.

“Through three investment companies affiliated with Okafor Legacy Holdings LLC, we have acquired or bought all those outstanding invoices. Copies of the debt assignment deeds are in front of you.”

Quacy opened the first sheet. His heart seemed to stop.

“In other words, Mr. Quacy,” Zelica leaned in, looking directly into the eyes of the man who had destroyed her, “your company no longer owes anything to those small merchants.”

She paused, letting the silence fill the room.

“Your company now owes me.”

“Me?”

He couldn’t breathe.

“I can pay. I can pay in installments.”

“Oh, of course,” Zelica said. “But I’m not interested in doing business with you, and I’m not interested in getting back with you. I want my money back.”

She slapped the documents in front of him.